BANG CHAN ♡ ROMAN EMPIRE

BANG CHAN ♡ ROMAN EMPIRE

BANG CHAN FOR FENDI

Xavi scoffed as the other's words, head shaking several times. "Yeah, you wish." - He mumbled, though as Yurem's next words left his mouth he couldn't help but smile somewhat shyly. "I better be. Look at all the things I'm doing for you while the rest is still in bed with whoever. You can make up for it by making me an omelette." - He teased, grinning a little as he returned the playful nudge. Xavi had already showered too, and just pulled on some grey sweatpants and a tank top. "Were they good?" He asked as he wiped the last bits of dirts from the counter and the closets, the place finally looking proper again. Xavi was a little jealous maybe, but he was also nosey so he hoped he could get away with it.

Xavi was catching his breath as he was backed into the corner of the hall with mirrors. He pressed himself all the way back, flinching at the way the other's knife pushed to his skin. "Please," Xavi breathed out. He had never experienced fear like this before. His big eyes were watering, hands coming up in defense. "I'll do anything." He breathed out. "I'll do anything you want me to do, just don't kill me please." He was known to be a good guy, someone who never did anyone any harm. "Please. I promise I won't do anything stupid." - He repeated hopefully.

Yurem always loved the thrill of a good chase; he found the way his victims cowered in fear before they met their inescapable demise more addicting than any drug pumped directly into his veins. He could have easily peel his mask off and reveal his true identity to Xavi right here and there, yet he didn't, wishing to prolong this little game of his a bit longer by making his adorably innocent roommate believe he was actually considering ending his life once and for all. The knife went lower, to Xavi's bobbing throat as it trembled when he spoke. Yurem wanted nothing more than replace the weapon with his mouth, his teeth, his tongue. ❝ Anything? ❞ His loud, rumbling laugh of delight echoed all around them like a cacophony. ❝ Whether I hurt you or not, it all depends on you. If you'll be a good boy for me. ❞ With his free hand, he ran gloved fingers down Xavi's body in a teasing, feather-like touch full of promise. ❝ Will you be a good boy for me? ❞

“Well, I care — for your sake,” Adrian grumbled, loathe to admit he cared about Yurem. Sighing, he gazed up into the other’s eyes, searching them for what exactly he wanted from Adrian. The brunette was fighting pushing Yurem, however prevailed against the urge. “Want to knock heads or kiss?” he teased, despite his voice being deadpan as he spoke..

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“You know, in some books," Xavi started, totally out of breath from runing away from the masked figure. “These things can get fun if you’d just let me, you know-” He lowered his gaze down the other’s crotch, lips pressing together afterwards. “You don't have to hurt me. Let me take care of you. Please.”

❝ Don't I? I will be the judge of that. ❞ When he spoke those words, it was in that rough tone the voice changer gave him. Underneath his mask, Yurem was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes glowing with a spark akin to candleflame. As the new guy in town, he hadn't expected much beyond having a different place in which to continue his fun at, a temporary home before he moved somewhere else to repeat the cycle. But then he had met Xavi and he had immediately become smitten. Awfully, deeply smitten. His new roommate was the sole reason he had decided to stick around this dirty old town for so damn long, an obsession unlike what he had ever experience before. Xavi seemed to return the attraction but to Yurem the occasional flirtatious words and longing glances weren't enough. Not when other people circled him like vultures. When he acted again, it was to run the blade of his knife along the younger's man jawline, adding just the right amount of pressure to sting but not cut. ❝ I can already tell you will break apart so beautifully for me. Won't you? ❞

“Uhh - welcome home I guess … I’m Finn … I’ll go uh, I’ll go find some clothes.”

The past few months had been the most stressful time Yurem had the misfortune of going through. So much so that although he loved his job as both an apprentice mortician and occasional musician at a shady club downtown, he had been unable to pass on the opportunity of having some free time for himself as soon as it was offered to him. When he arrived home, the last thing he expected was to find a very cute, very naked man wandering the place, so his eyebrows raised to his hairline, a smirk on his face conveying his amusement. ❝ Yurem. ❞ That was all he said in lieu of introduction. After closing the door behind him, he went to the kitchen, to leave his backpack on top of the isle. He sat down on a stool and leaned forward, resting one cheek against his open palm. ❝ Oh, you don't need to get dressed on my account. I quite like what I'm seeing. ❞